XII

Indian Signs And Getting Lost

“What do you mean when you say Indian signs, Mr. Clark?”

“Pretty near anything that shows there’s Injuns round: a moccasin
track, a smell of smoke, a twig bent, a village, one stone a-top of
another or a white settlement scalped and burned–they all are Injun
signs. They all mean something, and the Injuns read them an’ make
them, too, jest as you would writing.”

“You remember the other day you told us three smokes meant you were
coming back with scalps.”

“Well, it ain’t har’ly ever used. If I seen four smokes in camp I’d
know something big was on–maybe a Grand Council.”

“Well, if you saw five smokes what would you think?”

“I’d think some blame fool was settin’ the hull place a-blaze,” Caleb
replied with the sniff end of a laugh.

“Just now you said one stone on another was a sign. What does it
mean?”

“Course I can’t speak for all Injuns. Some has it for one thing an’
some for another, but usually in the West two stones or ’Buffalo
chips’ settin’ one on the other means ’This is the trail’; and a
little stone at the left of the two would mean ’Here we turned off to
the left’; and at the other side, ’Here we turned to the right.’ Three
stones settin’ one on top of another means, ’This is sure enough the
trail,’ ’Special’ or ’Particular’ or ’Look out’; an’ a pile of stones
just throwed together means ’We camped here ’cause some one was sick.’
They’d be the stones used for giving the sick one a steam bath.”

“Well, what would they do if there were no stones?”

“Ye mean in the woods?”

“Yes, or smooth prairie.”

“Well, I pretty near forget, it’s so long ago, but le’s see now,” and
Yan worried Caleb and Caleb threshed his memory till they got out a
general scheme, or Indian code, though Caleb was careful to say that
“some Injuns done it differently.”

[Illustration: INDIAN SIGNS]

Yan must needs set about making a signal fire at once, and was
disappointed to find that a hundred yards away the smoke could not be
seen above the tree-tops, till Caleb showed him the difference between
a clear fire and a smoke or smudge fire.

“Begin with a clear fire to get the heat, then smother it with green
grass and rotten wood. There, now you see the difference,” and a great
crooked, angling pillar of smoke rolled upward as soon as the grass
and punk began to sizzle in the glow of embers.

“I bet ye kin see that ten miles away if ye’r on a high place to look
for it.”

“I bet I could see it twenty miles,” chirped in Guy.

“Mr. Clark, were you ever lost?” continued the tireless asker.

“Why, course I was, an’ more than once. Every one that goes in the
woods is bound to get lost once in awhile.”

“What–do the Indians?”

“Of course! Why not? They’re human, an’ I tell you when you hear a man
brag that he never was lost, I know he never was far from his mother’s
apron string. Every one is bound to get lost, but the real woodsman
gets out all right; that’s the difference.”

“Well, what would you do if you got lost?”

“Depends on where. If it was a country that I didn’t know, and I had
friends in camp, after I’d tried my best I’d jest set right down and
make two smoke fires. ’Course, if I was alone I’d try to make a bee
line in the likeliest direction, an’ this is easy to make if ye kin
see the sun and stars, but stormy weather ’tain’t possible. No man kin
do it, an’ if ye don’t know the country ye have to follow some stream;
but I’m sorry for ye if ever ye have to do that, for it’s the worst
walking on earth. It will surely bring ye out some place–that is, it
will keep ye from walking in a circle–but ye can’t make more than
four or five miles a day on it.”

[Illustration: “The Two Smokes"]

“Can’t you get your direction from moss on the tree trunks?”

“_Naw! Jest try it an’ see; moss on the north side of a tree
and rock; biggest branches on the south of a trunk; top of a Hemlock
pointing to east; the biggest rings of growth on the south side of
a stump, an’ so on. It fits a tree standin’ out by itself in the
open–the biggest ring is in the south, but it don’t fit a tree on the
south side of an opening; then the biggest rings is on the north. If
ye have a compass in hand it’s all kind o’ half true–that is, just
a little bit true; but it ain’t true; it’s on’y a big lie, when ye’r
scared out o’ your wits an’ needin’ to know. I never seen but one good
compass plant, an’ that was the prairie Golden Rod. Get a bunch of
them in the open and the most of them point north, but under cover of
taller truck they jest point every which way for Sunday.

“If ye find a beaten game trail, ye follow that an it’ll bring ye to
water–that is, if ye go the right way, an’ that ye know by its gettin’
stronger. If it’s peterin’ out, ye’r goin’ in the wrong direction. A
flock of Ducks or a Loon going over is sure to be pointing for water.
Y’re safe to follow.

“If ye have a Dog or a Horse with ye he kin bring ye home all right.
Never knew them to fail but oncet, an’ that was a fool Horse; there is
sech oncet in awhile, though there’s more fool Dogs.

“But come right down to it, the compass is the safest thing. The sun
and stars is next, an’ if ye know your friends will come ye’r best
plan is to set right down and make two smoke fires, keep them a-going,
holler every little while, and keep calm. Ye won’t come to no harm
unless ye’r a blame fool, an’ such ought to stay to hum, where they’ll
be nursed.”